doesn’t look like a postcard.As I stepped out of the modest airport, I felt myself immediately surrendering to the humidity, warmth, and breezy concept of “island time.” I’d quickly learn that hours — and people — moved at their own pace here, particularly during Saint Croix’s annual Pride, which coincided with my visit.
Subscribe to our newsletter for a refreshing cocktail (or mocktail) of LGBTQ+ entertainment and pop culture, served up with a side of eye-candy.The annual celebration began in 2018, marking significant headway for a town with a tiny openly LGBTQ+ population in the Caribbean grappling with itis homophobic history.
While their parade couldn’t have lasted more than 20 minutes, there was no shortage of unbridled queer joy as hula-hoopers, flag twirlers, and the bubble-blowing, horse-riding Cruzan Cowgirls passed by.
In my experience, love and acceptance towards visitors was just as prevalent as piña coladas on drink menus. Which is to say, it was everywhere.I had three and a half days in the historic town of Frederiksted, but I was determined to make it count.